On the top of the stack of books I'm reading now is Irène Némirovsky's Suite Française, a novel that takes place in France just as the Germans seize Paris in June, 1940. I'm only halfway through the novel now, but I'm engrossed in its contrast of the war's crazy beauty and horror, certainty and improvisation, and, of course, good and evil. Living my insular life as an American so many years later, it's hard to imagine what World War II must have been like for the average Parisian. Jean Patou L'Heure Attendue and Lucien Lelong Orgueil, both released in 1946 to commemorate the end of the war, bring an inkling of the feeling of relief and joy that the war's end brought.
L'Heure Attendue means "the awaited hour" in French, and according to the booklet that accompanied the 1984 Jean Patou Ma Collection, which includes L'Heure Attendue, the awaited hour was the Liberation, when "the mists have blown away, night is no more and the sun has risen again"...
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